My heart is breaking," she says. "I want to be strong for you right now but the thought of you leaving is killing me inside.

We will not conquer our obstacles by running away from them. Speed does not matter, just that we do not stop.

The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings.

I am not who you thik I am,' I say. 'Who are you?' 'I am number Four.

Are you sure you want us to keep calling you 'Six'?" "You can say it's short for something." "For what? Sixty?

And that’s about all any of us can really hope for, to die with our dignity, to die with honor and valor. To die knowing we did everything we could.

And I'm certain one day, you'll make it back home. With love, Your friend and Cêpan, -H